Mustang or Corvette?
The Weekend in Review
I work for a family owned company. Sometimes things get sprung on me at the last minute. Since I have never worked anywhere else, I am not sure if this happens other places, but it has taught me to be fast on my feet when making plans for the weekend. As I was leaving for lunch on Friday, Dad asks me if I can get his truck in to the dealer over the weekend for an oil lube and filter. "No Problem." I figured that I would get to the dealer early enough that I could be back in time to catch the kid's soccer game.
I get over to Dad's house to pick up the truck, hoping that I could get away quickly, as I was already running late. Fat chance. It took 20 minutes to clean out the cab of the truck. Dad was simply convinced that the evil mechanics at the Chevy dealer were going to spend every spare second they had stealing the change out of the console.
I drove to the dealer and found a seat in the waiting room. I am not much of a television person, and apparently the dealership was aware of that since the set in the waiting room would tune in two channels. I was faced with the choice between Tele Tubbies and yoga.
I chose Car and Driver, which is about like picking up the Q book of the encyclopedia. They could at least have had National Geographic so I could look at the naked pygmies.
15 minutes pass. I remind myself "This is not Jiffy Lube"
30 minutes pass. I am pacing. I amuse myself by watching another family come in and wait for their vehicle. Mother is avidly watching the telly tubbies and commenting on how cute they are. Grandpa and Grandson are busily shovelling McDonald's biscuits and gravy into their mouths, and arguing, between bites, which is better, a Mustang or a Corvette.
The batteries in Grandpa's hearing aids must have been dead.
Grandson has a speech impediment causing him to lisp.
Neither one ever learned not to talk with their mouths full.
Ever been to Sea World, and noticed how the first few seats were designated "Splash Zone"?
I took a walk around the parking lot.
53 minutes after I walked in, the truck was ready.
I got to the soccer fields in time to see about the last 5 minutes of both games.
Happy Saturday to you too...
I work for a family owned company. Sometimes things get sprung on me at the last minute. Since I have never worked anywhere else, I am not sure if this happens other places, but it has taught me to be fast on my feet when making plans for the weekend. As I was leaving for lunch on Friday, Dad asks me if I can get his truck in to the dealer over the weekend for an oil lube and filter. "No Problem." I figured that I would get to the dealer early enough that I could be back in time to catch the kid's soccer game.
I get over to Dad's house to pick up the truck, hoping that I could get away quickly, as I was already running late. Fat chance. It took 20 minutes to clean out the cab of the truck. Dad was simply convinced that the evil mechanics at the Chevy dealer were going to spend every spare second they had stealing the change out of the console.
I drove to the dealer and found a seat in the waiting room. I am not much of a television person, and apparently the dealership was aware of that since the set in the waiting room would tune in two channels. I was faced with the choice between Tele Tubbies and yoga.
I chose Car and Driver, which is about like picking up the Q book of the encyclopedia. They could at least have had National Geographic so I could look at the naked pygmies.
15 minutes pass. I remind myself "This is not Jiffy Lube"
30 minutes pass. I am pacing. I amuse myself by watching another family come in and wait for their vehicle. Mother is avidly watching the telly tubbies and commenting on how cute they are. Grandpa and Grandson are busily shovelling McDonald's biscuits and gravy into their mouths, and arguing, between bites, which is better, a Mustang or a Corvette.
The batteries in Grandpa's hearing aids must have been dead.
Grandson has a speech impediment causing him to lisp.
Neither one ever learned not to talk with their mouths full.
Ever been to Sea World, and noticed how the first few seats were designated "Splash Zone"?
I took a walk around the parking lot.
53 minutes after I walked in, the truck was ready.
I got to the soccer fields in time to see about the last 5 minutes of both games.
Happy Saturday to you too...
posted by Troubador @ 11:56 PM
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